Arnold slowly pulled his clothes and put them on one by one. The hickeys on his body were still there, but his heart was getting more and more sour and painful. Every mark now seemed particularly dazzling.
This should have been the mark left by a lover, and it should be the most beautiful thing, but now she looks like a shame. A sense of grievance came to my heart, why did you do this to me, Hu Gechi, why did you become
Look like this.
Outside the door of the house, Hu Gechi stood quietly in the yard, the night breeze blowing away his thoughts. Hearing the low sobs in the house, his heart felt like a knife cutting, tearing, and burning. He had just done
What? Didn't he once say that? Even if Arnold doesn't love him, he, Hu Gechi, will protect her for the rest of his life.
But now, he hurt her. Why did all this become like this? Why?
The news of the assassination of King Yan in Prince Yan's Mansion had been reported, and the banquet ended hastily. All the guests left with doubts in their hearts. Na Muhan quickly came to a courtyard by the lake. The courtyard was brightly lit, and the surrounding area was illuminated by torches.
It's like daytime. There are three rooms in the courtyard, one of them has lights on, and several busy figures are projected on the windows.
"Prince Peiping!" An attendant hurriedly came forward, "His Royal Highness Prince Yan is inside."
Na Muhan nodded, made a gesture to Cha Gan not to follow him, and strode towards the lighted room.
There was a strong smell of blood in the house. The imperial doctor heard the door knock and looked towards the door. When he saw Na Muhan, he knelt down and saluted, "Prince of Peiping."
"How is King Yan's injury?" Namuhan signaled them to get up, and he rushed to the bed.
Zhenjin was lying quietly on the bed, his face was as white as paper, his brows were furrowed, and the light purple on his lips was particularly dazzling. His hands were outside the window, and he had already begun to bleed. Namuhan took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"
poison?"
The imperial doctor knelt on the ground, trembling for a long time and not knowing how to answer.
The silence in the room was depressing, and the sound of blood dripping was like the beating of a giant drum in this quiet moment. Na Muhan glanced at them and said, "Say..." His words were not loud, but he was full of majesty.
The imperial doctors all lowered their heads, and it took a long time before the oldest-looking old man spoke up, "It's Qi Jue Powder from the Xixia royal family."
"Is there any way to detoxify it?" Na Muhan's eyes turned cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees.
"Qi Jue Powder is made from seven kinds of poisons. This poison is the secret medicine of the Xixia royal family. The poisoned person will fall into coma and sleep to death after seven days and seven nights. However, although it is said that he is comatose, he will always be in his mind.
When you have nightmares, you will see the most terrifying dreams. I have only seen introductions to medical skills occasionally, and this is the first time I have seen them." The old doctor said heavily, "Even if I know what kind of poison it is, I can still see it.
If you are not good at studying, you will not be able to detoxify."
Namuhan didn't speak, but the gaze from the dark brown eyes that were very similar to Zhenjin became colder and colder. He turned around and looked at Zhenjin lying on the bed. His face was pale and there was a separate wound on his wrist.
Blood was flowing out drop by drop, dripping into the copper basin on the ground.
"Your Majesty..." The old man shook his head and called out.
Na Muhan suddenly turned around and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
The old man lowered his head and stared straight at the ground, "I heard that the Imperial Preceptor has superb medical skills. Your Majesty asked the Imperial Preceptor to come here. Maybe there is a way to detoxify the poison."